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thirty-four

[IM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY? XXXXXX :)]

Amy smashed the wine glass on the floor. We stood in the dimly lit kitchen; our voices boomed and echoed through the hallway. I made my way towards her, stepping over the shattered glass on the floor. She acted quickly, raising her hands and backing away as she shook her head.

“Get away from me.” She spat.

“Amy-“

She went around the island, I knew where we were.

England, in Amy’s home.

I turned and watched her walk out of the door, and up the stair case. I followed her; my breath was weak as my nerves soon took over every shaking bone in my body. My hands shook at my sides, my heart now beating fast as it shook the inside of my chest, rattling my bones. I walked towards her room, a photo of us now shattered on her dresser. She roughly pulled on her jacked, shooting me a glare. I blocked the doorway, Amy desperately beat at my chest trying to get through before she stopped and took a step back. Eyes watering with her flood of anger, her eyes burned through me but I didn’t break eye contact. Not once.

“You bastard.” She growled. “You lied to me. You lied.”

I had no idea what she was talking about, everything was a blur.

“What are you talking about?” My words were barely audible.

Amy looked back up to me, her hair cascaded her shoulders, and pants escaped her nose.

“Was she good?” She took a step towards me. “I hope you kept her number, because she’s dirt just like you. And don’t you think that I’m going to stick around with someone as dirty as you.”

“I don’t know what you’re-“

“If you’re not out of here in an hour, I swear to god Harry you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you.”

My hands dropped to my side, Amy walked past me and bee lined to the stairs. I sped towards her, grabbing her arm to stop her from making it down the stairs.

“I said don’t touch me.” She yanked her arm away, continuing down the stairs.

What have I done? I cheated on Amy, that’s what I had done.

“Amy please, I love you.” I followed her down the stairs, she went into the closet, pulling out her combat boots and slipping them on.

She laughed, and pushed her hair to the side.

My eyes began to water at the realization that she was actually leaving, that this was no longer a game, she was serious.

I watched her walk out the door, slamming it behind her. Her footsteps became farther and farther until I heard the slamming of her car door. She was gone.

I dropped to my knees, tears now streaming onto my cheeks. I leant against the door she had slammed. I thought about her.

Her eyes,

Her lips,

Her smile,

I thought of her. Every simple aspect of every flaw that made her who she was and what made me love her as much as I did.

She was gone.

*

AMY’S POV

We lay on the couch, as we had fallen asleep upon the topic of taco bell of all things. Harry remained on my lap and I laid back on the recliner. We twitched every now and then, and I watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath he took into his lungs. His mouth slightly opened, a slight pout; I just wanted to kiss him. I took out my phone; it was now 2:00 in the morning. Snores escaped into the seating area from the bunks where everyone was asleep, clearly more responsible than Harry and I. I was wide awake, still watching Harry as Ruffles curled up in a small ball on his legs.

His breathing picked up and slowed back down occasionally. I watched him for a while longer until I had come to the realization Harry wasn’t sleeping peacefully. His forehead began to sweat, and his breathing soon picked up. His once relaxed face twisted into a worried expression, and whimpers left his lips. I sat up from my once sleepy position, and tried to wake Harry as gently as I had in the past. The only thing I could think of was a nightmare, another incident like I had witnessed whilst in Canada. My hands softly cupped his cheeks, rubbing at his cheek bone.

“Harry.” I whispered, pushing his curls back onto the top of his head his eyes shot open.

“Don’t leave me.” He pleaded.

This was exactly what I had feared, his fear of me leaving him for a reason he could not explain. The attachment had grown to an amazing high, making it hard for Harry or me to be away from each other, or to be out of contact for a matter of time. But this was something that came with his job, which came with his social standing.

“I don’t plan on it.” I said as I kissed his forehead. “Come on, let’s go to the bunks.”

Harry let out a sigh of relief as he got up, and pulled me up as well. I stood to my feet and kicked in the foot rest. Harry instantly took my into his arms, holding me as he did when I surprised him.

“I love you very much.” He said into the crook of my neck. “Very very much.”

“I love you more.” I mumbled into his shoulder.

He pulled back and kissed my lips out of desperation.  I kissed back and pulled out, smiling at his as I combed through his curls.

“You don’t need to worry about me leaving. I’d be crazy to do that.”